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“Ha….”
Geonho let out a heavy sigh, pushing his thick fingers through his snow-white hair. Siwoo, his pupils completely dilated, let out a moan that was close to a sob.
“Ah-hk, eu-ng! Ah… ! Heuk!”
Siwoo’s hands were braced on the cold ground. He lost his balance several times due to the force that surged up from behind, relentlessly thrusting into him.
Each time, Geonho supported Siwoo’s arms, preventing his trembling body from falling. It was Geonho who brought Siwoo down, and it was also Geonho who caught him again.
“Heu… ah, ah!”
Siwoo swayed with Geonho’s every thrust, his body slick with sweat and semen. Unswallowed saliva dribbled down his chin, soaking his neck.
Geonho, his large body covering Siwoo, continued his relentless stimulation. His well-defined muscles contracted and relaxed repeatedly.
Siwoo cried out in agony when the muscles contracted, and gasped for breath when they relaxed. Then, as if begging for more, he wriggled his hips, urging for deeper penetration.
Was it because he was so immersed in guiding? Or was it because he was so aroused? Siwoo was completely lost in the sex, pushing Geonho’s already dwindling patience to its limit.
“Ah, good… hhut! A-yit.”
Every time Siwoo moaned with pleasure, Geonho, forgetting the place and the situation, thrusted his hips like a rutting beast. The way he only moved his lower body while embracing Siwoo from behind looked truly animalistic.
So he’s a dog after all. He likes it from behind.
Jihan watched Geonho, wiping the sweat from his brow. Only Siwoo’s hair was visible, mostly hidden by Geonho’s body. The difference in their sizes was so significant that none of Siwoo’s white skin was visible.
Geonho had deliberately held Siwoo from behind so that Jihan couldn’t see. He didn’t want anyone to see Siwoo crying out in agony while being penetrated.
“Ah!”
The hardened flesh pierced even deeper. Siwoo trembled, his head drooping so low he could barely breathe.
Just before his face hit the ground, Jihan supported his head with his hand.
“Get lost.”
Geonho growled fiercely. He had been about to catch Siwoo even without Jihan’s intervention.
“Guide’s hand will get hurt.”
Jihan gently enveloped Siwoo’s hand, which was braced against the cold, rough ground. Siwoo, as if waiting for it, naturally leaned against Jihan and licked his chin.
Geonho, his eyes narrowed, pulled Siwoo towards him. Siwoo, groaning, reached out to Jihan.
“Eu, let go….”
Tears welled up in his eyes, as if he was heartbroken at being forcibly separated from Jihan.
“Think of it as a bed.”
Jihan, gently holding Siwoo’s wrist as he sobbed, spoke to Geonho.
“It’s not just you who’s feeling shitty.”
Meaning he should endure, Jihan smiled calmly and embraced Siwoo from the front. He lay down on the ground, allowing Siwoo to brace himself against his shoulder and chest instead of the ground.
Siwoo, finally stopping his crying, poured out his guiding freely. Despite being squeezed between two large, muscular Espers, he seemed comfortable.
The fact that he was touching his Espers gave Siwoo a great sense of relief. He was happy that he could suppress their waves.
But am I the only one who’s enjoying this?
Siwoo blinked, turning his head to Geonho, who had stopped thrusting. Geonho was gnawing on his lip, making a grinding sound. His face looked like he was about to unleash a torrent of curses.
“Are you angry…?”
Siwoo could read his mood through his waves and breathing, even without seeing Geonho’s expression. His carefully suppressed waves were rippling sensitively, even with Siwoo inside him.
“Don’t, like it?”
Siwoo leaned against Geonho, wrapping his arms around his neck. He pulled Geonho’s face closer, pressing their cheeks together deeply, trying to hear his breathing clearly. He wondered if he was really angry.
“No, I like it.”
Geonho kissed Siwoo’s lips and resumed his thrusting. How could he not like it? It was just annoying having a third wheel, but of course, he was enjoying it.
“I’m going crazy with pleasure.”
Geonho whispered softly, only for Siwoo to hear, and pressed down on Siwoo’s stomach.
“Euk!”
Simultaneously squeezing his thigh muscles and pressing down hard inside, Siwoo’s thin body trembled. His head was thrown back by the intense stimulation, and he whimpered softly. Geonho licked his panting lips and slowly ground against Siwoo’s tight insides.
“Heu! Ah! Eu-ng.”
The blunt glans scraped against the inner walls, the pressure pushing his organs outwards. Fortunately, only moans escaped his lips.
Jihan, lying beneath Siwoo, looked up, touching the thin semen dripping onto his upper body.
Because Geonho had arched his back, Jihan could only see Siwoo’s white face. With the unsightly faces gone, his body became even more aroused.
“Guide-nim’s…”
Jihan smiled, gently pressing down on Siwoo’s dripping glans.
“Even your dick is pretty.”
He held Siwoo’s cutely stiff dick and gently swayed it. Even this small stimulation was too much for Siwoo, causing him to sway.
Geonho, firmly supporting him, grabbed his sweat-soaked pelvis and rotated his hips.
The intense stimulation from both front and back rendered Siwoo speechless. His body, now flushed red, was drenched in sweat and semen. Every time Geonho slammed into him with a ‘thud’, droplets of sweat flew from his body.
Siwoo reached his climax in Jihan’s hand, spurting out a fluid-like substance. His body trembled slightly as he gasped for breath, going “hik, hiik”.
The aroused Geonho continued to thrust into Siwoo, not giving him a moment to recover from his orgasm. Siwoo’s wet lips parted slightly, his face contorted in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
“Geonho, slowly.”
Jihan then removed Geonho’s hand from Siwoo’s stomach and pulled Siwoo’s trembling body towards him.
Geonho, his red eyes flashing, tried to embrace Siwoo again, but was rejected.
Siwoo clung to Jihan, avoiding Geonho’s overly aggressive advances. Seeing Siwoo wrap his arms around Jihan’s neck, Geonho paused, running a hand through his sweat-soaked hair.
“Guide-nim’s crying.”
Jihan stroked Siwoo’s sobbing body, saying something that left Geonho no choice but to back down. He patted Siwoo’s still-trembling hips and whispered in his ear.
“You like it that much?”
He brushed his lips against Siwoo’s reddened earlobe, lowering his voice so only Siwoo could hear.
“You cummed more than when you’re with me.”
He playfully complained, wiping Siwoo’s sweat. But his sincerity reached Siwoo, whose senses were heightened.
Siwoo, realizing Jihan’s genuine hurt, raised his upper body. His lower body still throbbed, but he forced his legs wider.
Jihan’s hurt feelings washed over his hazy mind. It wasn’t a joke; he couldn’t ignore his sincerity.
“You too, enter.”
He wanted no one to feel left out, at least when they were together.
“Quickly.”
It was the feeling Siwoo hated most – feeling left out or lonely when with others. He loathed that kind of depressing feeling.
“Enter, I said.”
Siwoo, his eyes half-closed, touched his own lower body where Geonho was already inside. Geonho, who had been rubbing his face, made the same expression as Jihan, who was about to be penetrated – a dazed look.
“Huh?”
Jihan looked at Siwoo with a similar expression.
“Here, if I spread it more… it might go in…”
Siwoo’s hand and mouth were stopped as he tried to insert his finger into the tight opening. Geonho grabbed his wrist, and Jihan covered his mouth.
“Don’t say such dangerous things.”
Jihan gently pressed his palm over Siwoo’s mouth. Geonho also firmly held his hand, which was moving dangerously beyond boldness. They both thought the same thing at the same time.
Ah, this guy’s really not in his right mind.
While they weren’t entirely sane either, they weren’t as far gone as Siwoo. They still had enough reason to avoid crossing a certain line.
“Don’t like it?”
Siwoo read their answers through their waves. The waves, which had been softened by arousal, began to ripple like they had encountered an enemy – a clear sign of rejection.
If we both entered, we could do it at once. But since he doesn’t like it, there’s nothing we can do.
After a moment of contemplation, Siwoo shifted his body. He gently released his guiding, as if calming the stunned Espers, and adjusted his position.
Geonho and Jihan could only watch, their gazes almost contemplative.
Siwoo lowered his hips, lifting his wet buttocks towards Geonho. Then, he burrowed between Jihan’s legs, opening his small mouth.
Is this good? Siwoo asked with his eyes and movements.
Geonho and Jihan unconsciously swallowed their saliva. The bobbing of their Adams apples was their answer.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
